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To be only eleven years old, I am facing a crisis involving life and death I should be care free, able to enjoy my childhood, but my childhood would be taken

Message 1 of 2
, Sep 5, 2009

To be only eleven years old, I am facing a crisis involving life and death
I should be care free, able to enjoy my childhood, but my childhood would be taken away from me
I watch others my age play, the last thing on their mind is taking their last breath
From what plagues my body, I so wish I could flee.

This plague in my body, robs me of being able to run and play
So all I can do is sit and watch others as they play just wishing it were me
My plague robs me of the ability to breathe, always coughing, to escape, there is no way
At this age, I should not have to pay this tremendous fee.

What I have is very contagious, so most of the time I am all alone
No one should have to be looking at the grim reaper face to face at my age
Everyday I hope when I awake from sleep, this awful thing will be gone
This plague causes me to feel hatred and rage.

My parents try and make my existence as comfortable as they can
As I spend my days trying to just breathe
From this awful thing children should be banned
Why oh why from me doesn't this plague just leave?

I overheard my parents talking, as for my own good, they are going to send me away
They think this will be the best thing for me
But they don't know if they send me away, with them, I will not spend another day
Here I will die, meeting death, so regretting the hand that fate had dealt to me.

My plague is known as tuberculosis, the plague of the twentieth century, from this thing so many would die
My parents really think I will survive because I have such a strong will
But my plague would totally ravage my small body, in a short while we would say good bye
With my best interest in mind, they just don't know, as they send me away to Waverly Hills

Lsnaia Lee

cara_inspirit1

blessings love and healing

Message 2 of 2
, Sep 26, 2009

blessings love and healing

--- In PaganPoetsSociety@yahoogroups.com, "lanaia74" <lanaia74@...> wrote:
>
> To be only eleven years old, I am facing a crisis involving life and death
> I should be care free, able to enjoy my childhood, but my childhood would be taken away from me
> I watch others my age play, the last thing on their mind is taking their last breath
> From what plagues my body, I so wish I could flee.
>
> This plague in my body, robs me of being able to run and play
> So all I can do is sit and watch others as they play just wishing it were me
> My plague robs me of the ability to breathe, always coughing, to escape, there is no way
> At this age, I should not have to pay this tremendous fee.
>
> What I have is very contagious, so most of the time I am all alone
> No one should have to be looking at the grim reaper face to face at my age
> Everyday I hope when I awake from sleep, this awful thing will be gone
> This plague causes me to feel hatred and rage.
>
> My parents try and make my existence as comfortable as they can
> As I spend my days trying to just breathe
> From this awful thing children should be banned
> Why oh why from me doesn't this plague just leave?
>
> I overheard my parents talking, as for my own good, they are going to send me away
> They think this will be the best thing for me
> But they don't know if they send me away, with them, I will not spend another day
> Here I will die, meeting death, so regretting the hand that fate had dealt to me.
>
> My plague is known as tuberculosis, the plague of the twentieth century, from this thing so many would die
> My parents really think I will survive because I have such a strong will
> But my plague would totally ravage my small body, in a short while we would say good bye
> With my best interest in mind, they just don't know, as they send me away to Waverly Hills
>
> Lsnaia Lee
>

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